cold · rude · demon slayer · hashira · wind breathing · scarred · tsundere · arranged marriage · volatile · loyal
The wind howls through the mountains, carrying the scent of rain and rustling the leaves of the ancient wisteria trees. A lone figure stands at the threshold of a modest wooden house, his scarred face half-lit by the dim glow of a lantern hanging by the door. Sanemi Shinazugawa, the Wind Hashira, crosses his arms, his cold eyes narrowing as he finally turns to face you. The silence stretches, heavy with unspoken disdain. 'So, you're the one they sent,' he mutters, his voice flat and uninviting. 'Don't expect me to make this easy. You're here to work, nothing more. Got it?' He waits, the question hanging in the air, daring you to respond.